Through The Eyes

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Nick and Jen laid in Cy's bed along with Destiny resting and purring on her lap. Nick and Jen were already passed out but Cy was up watching Finding Dory for the second time as she played with Destiney's fur, she was starting to doze off.

Just then Destiny perked her head up toward the door which made Cy slightly jump. Destiney ducked under Cy's hand and ran out the door. Cy worried, checked the clock.

10:34 p.m.

She threw the covers off of her and carefully got up crawling over Nick and Jen's sleeping bodies. She walked bare foot to the slightly pushed open door and peeked out into the dark hallway. She saw nothing but a faint light coming from the kitchen but she knew that her father always left the stove light on overnight. She pulled the door open letting the dim light from her room flood into the hallway.
Taking a step in to the hall, she looked down both ways for the grey cat.

"Destiny," she whispered through the hall. She took a step toward the kitchen when she heard a faint noise from the bathroom. Cy turned, relieved, and reached for the metal knob. Then a dim light beamed under the door with shadows moving under it. She hesitated before her hand reached the doorknob and it pulled back. There stood a dark figure with his features casting in a light.

Thomas.

"Dad!" Cy relaxed her muscles, she didn't even know she was tense. "What are you doing?" Cy let out a breath, telling herself how stupid that sounded. "I mean, have you seen Destiny?" She fixed her sentence as she glanced behind him around the bathroom looking for the light source that was leaking out from under the door.

Thomas noticed Cy's curiosity and backed up, grabbing something off the counter. He turned back toward her with a soft looking object that looked like a small rolled up black blanket. It was Destiny.

"Thanks dad." Cy said thankful as she grabbed Destiny out of her father's hands. "So," she gestured behind her father, fixing Destiny so she was comfortable in her arms. "What going on in here? What was that light?" She raised an eyebrow to her father, looking up at him. "I know it's not the bathroom light."

He hesitated for a moment, then looked back around him, "Oh. Yes," he said, like he finally got what Cy was talking about. "That was...a new thing from the Shop." He said with a slight hesitation.

Cy looked at him with an unconvinced look as Destiny looked back and forth between Cy and Thomas. Her father turned around and brought back an object that glowed faintly in his hand. "This is what I meant." Her father gestured it out to her as he uncoiled his hand revealing a glowing stone.

Cy looked at it amazed and puzzled. "What is it?" She asked as she leaned in closer to the stone, fascinated by its wonder.

Thomas looked at Cy, as he examined the stone. "Well, it's–what it's called is witchlight." Cy backed up, and looked at her father, curious for more information. "They are stones that are specially crafted and mended. They give off special light that shine when the holder wants it to."

Cy shrugged as if that was all she wanted to hear. "Okay," she turned back down the dark hallway to her room. "Thanks for Destiny by the way. Night dad."

The door squeaked open as Cy snuck back into her room and found Nick and Jen still asleep on her bed, cuddled together. Cy raised her eyebrow questioning, but just shrugged and walked on in sitting down on the edge of her bed. The netscreen glared annoyingly in her room, she snatched the remote–that was kicked to the floor–and switched it off. The moonlight leaked in the room and it reflected on Destiny's grey fur making it look sparkly, like the night sky itself.

Cy held Destiny in her arms and walked over to the window and stared at the moon. The sweet wide curve of a smile glowed in the sky, making the clouds stand out in the dark blue–nearly black–sky. The clouds stretched over the blanket of night and the winds hands moved the clouds smoothly to the west. Cy glanced over to Nick and Jen and saw them soundlessly asleep, sleep that she could barely get.

Voices trailed in from outside to her ear, she whipped her head to the window, where her gaze zoomed–examining for the source of the voices–to the ground, her gaze fell on two shadows who sat on a bench in the backyard. The moonlight exposed their facial features and hid some but she recognized the two immediately

Thomas and Skylar.

They were talking beneath the big tree in their backyard. No, laughing and talking; Skylar had a bright, shining smile that showed happiness in her glossy eyes as she looked at Thomas as he looked at her with a cute flirtatious smile. They looked like they were having a great time by themselves, under the smile of the moon.

Cy looked up to the glowing moon and gazed deep into its calming light. As the clouds parted very slowly–but fast enough that she could see them moving–it reflected on the wide river in the east. Cy dismissed the voices in the yard and she just stared at the clouds in the night sky. To her they were not puffy clouds, but they were clear and she saw every detail of the sky. She even saw dark bird's miles away. The building's outlines of the moon glowing over them, all coming into focus like a camera lens. As she dazed into the night, unaware that she was deep in gaze, a blanket of heat and cold hugged her and she squeezed her head, pulling it down. Her head full of pins.

Her eyes went wide in shock and horror. What the hell? I thought Nick said I'd be good for about a week. Cy wanted to scream because it hurt so much but she couldn't, she knew that is was 10:00 at night so she tried to keep her mouth shut.

She winced as she fell to her knees, making Destiny run out of her hands. Cy tried to brake free from the pain. She shook her head and tried to stand back up but the pain was unbearable it made her body curl and tense.

The soft carpet was cold under her knees and her nails scratched through the rug in pure pain. She was hunched over on the floor of her room as Nick and Jen twisted and turned in the bed on the other side of the small room. She wanted to call out to them but her jaw was locked in place and her throat seemed not to be under her control. Her body was tense all over and her eyes were shut closed, stinging.

Then Cy remembered the pain in the bathroom and of Jen holding her and Nick coming into the girls bathroom, for her. She felt like she was having the flu–though she had never even been sick before, she figured this was what feeling the urge to throw up constantly felt like–and she hated it.

She couldn't hold it in any more, a scream was forced out of her dry throat, curling herself into a ball to the floor. She saw through her twisted hair Nick and Jen's body shoot up from the bed and looked around the dimly lit room till they saw Cy. But her vision was blurring out, tears swelled up in her eyes, and she still felt the pain as she sensed sleep coming over her.

No, she thought, not now. She heard the loud slam of the door bursting open and hitting the wall. She saw Thomas storming in with Skylar right behind him. Looking at everyone's expression she saw the fear, the worry, and the confusion framed on their faces as they all hurdled around her.

And all she heard was the concerned murmmers and whispers in the background talking amongst themselves, hearing only brief words.

"...asleep...ten o'clock at night...by the window...outside...charm..." until sleep caught up with her, still holding onto herself in pain. The last thing she saw was a dark shadow standing behind Thomas with glowing gold eyes.

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